The ABC Entertainment Center
in LA is being demolished
? Why does no one discuss these things with me? Well, okay, to be fair, Blogging LA did
Man, I loved that place when I was a kid. It wasn't just the futuristic-by-way-of-the-1960s architecture, or the ability to gape up through the tiers of shops and see the aluminum-framed Century City towers. It wasn't even the (by then shuttered) Playboy Club.
I saw movies there the way you're supposed to watch movies. Before they broke the place up into a big multiplex, there were only three theaters. They were massive. I saw Battlestar Galactica
. I saw four hours of Reds
, with an overture and an intermission. My dad snuck us into The Black Stallion
. I made out with my girlfriend during The Last Emperor
and, at the Schubert Theater across the way, cried my eyes out during the last act of Les Miserables
, which almost cost me my relationship with my girlfriend at the time. She couldn't figure out why I was being so wussy about a cheesy musical. (It worked out okay; I married her).
The movie theater seats were red, I think, and plush. No stadium seating back then, just a vast auditorium. Felt like it held 2,000 people. Seeing a flick there felt like an event.
I know LA still has truly great theaters. So does San Fran, for that matter. But there's something disconcerting, something too can't-go-home-again-ish, about losing places you remember. Cities are supposed to be chaotic, ever-changing things, but I am troubled by the fact that I have memories whose geographic location is just a point in space.